Amy Lowell: Frankincense and Myrrh

Frankincense and Myrrh

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings  Vibrate most readily to minor chords,  Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings  Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards  Of torn desires, broken joys; records Of all a bruised life's maimed imaginings.  Now you are come!  You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set.    Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb  And mute, I have no tones to answer.  Far Within I kneel before you, speechless yet,    And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.